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Mar 2018
I am tiny,
miniscule amidst
these waves,
gray, grave, and claiming
every ounce
of
will and work
from my poor soul.
I have so much to give,
but how little it is
when compared with
the demand.
Written by
Mary-Rose H
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       ---, selflessflaws, Sarita Aditya Verma, --- and ---
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